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Thought that I would shove everything aside
To shake your hand.
Barbed wire wouldn't come fast enough.
Why does your name leave a bad taste in my mouth
When it rolls off my tongue?
In your world, excuses mean everything.
Stitch me for days because
I keep splitting myself for--self for you.
Why does your face seem better on the floor?
Have you thought about death today?
Ask me, I'll help.
I keep splitting my.self.for.
You never knew me.
These are my last words,
Not that it matters anymore.
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